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B said that he too had been looking at the miniature Iris. There's a patch of them, at the top of the driveway, where I can look closely without bending over. Eye to eye, so to speak.
Saturday, May 6, 2017
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This is an archive of daily observations written by my friend Tom Bridwell. I am not the author, merely a facilitator for Tom, who lives at the edge of the grid. He notices a lot of things and these are his posts, written from the vantage of a ridge top in the hills of Southern Ohio.
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